Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.